Friday, December 15, 2006

Before I begin: A word. The Holiday season is officially upon us as I spent as much time drinking yesterday evening as I usually spend at work. I have a pocket full of condoms, a week off starting Wednesday, I'm off to NYC for New Years and I intend to be very very drunk for the duration of the year. That being said, posting may be light. I say may b/c there's always a chance for a new PB ep (after the one on Tueday) and any other Went info I happen to come across while I'm conscious still appearing. If you're REALLY lucky you might get a drunken post; Those are always fun. We'll see how it goes. And now for the comments...

HOLY :::::::::: I LOVE THIS. Yes Went is hot and a biter. I love him even more. Ah I hate that woman. It should have been me.

Wherever there is hate, I am not far behind and clearly, neither are you.

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mink said...

...And yeah, the nipping was one of the first things I noticed too. *sigh* You know, there I go thinking I am about as turned on by this man as it's possible to be, and then I go and see something like that, and I have to go and re-evaluate my Arousal Scale all over again. Where will it end, WFW? Where? Will he not be happy until we have all just exploded in an enormous ball of fiery, hopeless desire?

No he won't be happy until I fly to L.A., knock on his door and attack him. If he doesn't stop this insanity that is exactly what I'm going to do.

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WFW was born on a Friday the 13th in a blizzard. Her first word was "Went." She grew up on the mean streets of Wentville Millertown where it's all Wentworth all the time, no exceptions. If she wasn't blogging she'd probably be in porn, or maybe stripping. She has a pole in her basement that she uses when her gentlemen callers visit. They put monopoly money in her g-string. She dances to the smooth sounds of The Princeton Tigertones which they find odd but she doesn't care. Her bedroom is covered with pictures of Wentworth; Her windows are not visible. Her autographed picture from Wentworth is surrounded by candles and they have a conversation every night before she goes to bed. When she wakes up she says "Good Morning Wentworth." Some have labeled her "touched." She thinks they mean that she touches herself when she thinks of Went and carries on happily with her Went-obsessed existence. Went Went Went Went Went.

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